Hey, Buddies! Cas and Dean like having sex occasionally in this story! If you hadn't figured that out yet, you would've this chapter!

Gypsy- Daddy Dean indeed!

Cassie- Yesh, Dean took pictures. Thank you. AND no. No longer.

Squiggle- We've already had that conversation. Refer to previous chapters.

Guest- PANCAKE. YOUR NAME IS NOW PANCAKE. USE PANCAKE IF YOU WISH TO REVIEW AGAIN.

WDD- Yes, Dean can be a bit scary if you don't know him. And thank you, I figure Stiles, although a infamous slacker, being a genius would be familiar enough with Odd World History to use the reference casually.

OKAY, FAN EASTER EGG TEST TIME. Won't affect your grade but it will affect my opinion of you! (Kidding)
I want you to tell me a) what is the name of the massage oil Cas uses and who produces it, b) what it actually is, c) price it sells for, and d) The historical reference if it!
Bonus #1: Guess where I saw it.
Bonus #2: What is the secret to Cas' hash browns? There are two correct answers if you've ever made the mistake of having them at Denny's.
Answers and Grades next chapter, which I'm almost done with! HURRY UP LOVELIES OR I WILL SET MR. HARRIS LOOSE UPON YOU. BWAHAHA.
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Dean was woken not by a sound, which he'd maintained a half sleep half the night to listen for, but by a smell. A few smells really. He enjoyed picking out what they were in his half asleep morning haze. Waffles with maple syrup. Bacon- no. Sausage links. Something that smelled like it was cooked with oil. Fresh laundry. Shower mist. And of course, that coconut shampoo that Dean loved for Cas to use... "Mmmm..." Dean opened his eyes and looked over to Cas' side on the bed. His angel was laid out on his side, watching him with soft, playful, loving eyes; hair still shiningly damp, and still in a fluffy white towel. He smiled to see Dean awake. "Hey, Cas..."

"Good morning, Dean..." Cas squirmed closer and propped himself up on his elbow to kiss Dean's cheek. Dean took the chance to nip Cas' neck.

"It certainly is... Sammy making breakfast for the boys?" Cas peered down at his hunter, then Dean could feel the angel tinkering with the silk tie of his fleece pajama pants.

"Sam has taken the boys out for a while to see the town. But I have made you quite the meal... It's quite well made, if I may be so proud..." Cas tapped something with his fingers, and Dean finally looked down his body to see the Breakfast in Bed tray straddling his lap. He smiled and kissed Cas graciously.

"You are too sweet..." Cas shook his head.

"I'm merely showing my gratitude, Dean." Dean stretched, giving a happy groan.

"Why have I done to deserve such an honor as Castiel's Gratitude?" Cas gave a small chuckle.

"Being so lenient... So soft handed and easy tempered..." Dean scoffed.

"Oh, come on. How?"

"I expected you to really 'lay into' Stiles last night..." Dean groaned in mock shame.

"I threatened to torture him just to wipe a cocky look of his face." Cas chuckled again, tracing circles into Dean's chest with his finger.

"There was a time when you would've killed that boy the second you found out he was a werewolf..." Dean sighed.

"I still might have to, Cas..." Castiel kissed his lips, shutting him up.

"But you haven't... And you most likely won't... And you're in the same way soft handed in the face of Stiles disobedience..." Dean closed his eyes again, letting himself relax. He gave a soft scoff.

"He's grounded from going out after dark. I mean it. I'll nail his window shut and give his Jeep flats."

"Because you're worried though..." Cas smiled. "Not truly as punishment." Dean rolled his eyes and sat up.

"I can't talk this much on an empty stomach." The something cooked in oil was hash browns. Dean loved Cas' hash browns. He'd had a lot of hash browns at lots of diners. None could compare to Cas'. It was really the only thing Cas didn't burn. At diners you could never get them thoroughly cooked and if you send them back, they'd come out not much better and greasy. Cas' were perfect. Dean even groaned on the first bite. Could this morning get any better? "You've gotta tell me your secret..." Cas grinned wickedly, moving to sit behind him. The angel put some "snake oil" on his hands and started rubbing Dean's shoulders. He knew it wasn't really oil from snakes, but it still creeped him out. Even the name was creepy. But Cas insisted it had major positive health effects, and it did make him feel great, so Dean let his hostility toward it go.

"Never. Don't even try asking the boys. I have them sworn to secrecy as well..." Dean flat out moaned. It wasn't his fault. Cas hit that awesome place on his back just as he took a mouthful of waffle, which turned out to be chocolate chipped.

"Oh, my... Cas, I owe you, so huge. This is amazing." Cas smiled.

"You don't. I'm proud of you... Your happiness is all the reward I need." Cas waited until Dean had finished his meal to lean forward and bite the nape of the hunter's neck, causing Dean to gasp before chortling in surprise.

"Cas, what the..." Dean turned to see Cas holding up Dean's favorite furred cuffs and gave a grin, turning to press Castiel down on the bed. Cas shook his head before flipping the two of them.

"These aren't for me today, Dean..." Dean couldn't help a smile of anticipation from gracing his face.

"Oh, yeah?" Cas smiled and nodded, attaching them to one of the hunters wrists.

"M-hm..."